Friday, July 29, 2011

Missing You

Missing you now is morethan an empty ocean,crashing on a jagged shoreline.It's more than the open plains fields of wheat,beaten down after the latest storm.It's deeperthan the darkened cavern,damp and dripping, heavy with the smell of stagnant water.

Missing you now is screaming across the canyon,waiting for an echo that does not come.It's scramblingfor a grip, tumbling down the rocky cliffside.It's thrashing on the bottom of the oceanwatching that last bubble